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and I am afraid she is absolutely worn out with all she has been through."

But to Tuppence's surprise Jane shook her head.

"No. I guess I'm going too. Those papers were my trust. I must go through with

this business to the end. I'm heaps better now anyway."

Sir James's car was ordered round. During the short drive Tuppence's heart beat

tumultuously. In spite of momentary qualms of uneasiness respecting Tommy,

she could not but feel exultation. They were going to win!

The car drew up at the corner of the square and they got out. Sir James went up

to a plain-clothes man who was on duty with several others, and spoke to him.

Then he rejoined the girls.

"No one has gone into the house so far. It is being watched at the back as well, so

they are quite sure of that. Anyone who attempts to enter after we have done so

will be arrested immediately. Shall we go in?"

A policeman produced a key. They all knew Sir James well. They had also had

orders respecting Tuppence. Only the third member of the party was unknown to

them. The three entered the house, pulling the door to behind them. Slowly they

mounted the rickety stairs. At the top was the ragged curtain hiding the recess

where Tommy had hidden that day. Tuppence had heard the story from Jane in

her character of "Annette." She looked at the tattered velvet with interest. Even

now she could almost swear it moved--as though some one was behind it. So

strong was the illusion that she almost fancied she could make out the outline of

a form.... Supposing Mr. Brown--Julius--was there waiting....

Impossible of course! Yet she almost went back to put the curtain aside and make

sure....

Now they were entering the prison room. No place for anyone to hide here,

thought Tuppence, with a sigh of relief, then chided herself indignantly. She must

not give way to this foolish fancying--this curious insistent feeling that MR.

BROWN WAS IN THE HOUSE.... Hark! what was that? A stealthy footstep on the

stairs? There WAS some one in the house! Absurd! She was becoming hysterical.

Jane had gone straight to the picture of Marguerite. She unhooked it with a

steady hand. The dust lay thick upon it, and festoons of cobwebs lay between it

and the wall. Sir James handed her a pocket-knife, and she ripped away the

brown paper from the back.... The advertisement page of a magazine fell out.

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